Okay, I don't think it technically qualifies as a phobia but I hate, hate, hate buying and writing in cards! It totally stresses me out! First I worry about getting the card just right. I find the card funny, but will the receiver find it funny? Is it too sappy? Does it say what I want? Ahhhhhh!!
And then next they want you to write in the damn thing! You can't just write "love, Two*True." Nope! It has to be some meaningful shit about how awesomesauce the person is. Fuck'n eh dude! If you get a card from me, and you know me at all, then you should know just picking one out means I love you.
I'm sitting here with two cards in front of me and I'm not kidding when I say I just googled 'what to write in a birthday card.' ::sigh::
HAHAHAHA I'M laughing but I can completely relate!!!! I have actually taken to looking up inspirational (or funny) quotes related to the situation or person then write that (quoting the author of course) and then just sign the card hahahahahaha total cop out on my part cuz I just never could figure out something original to write.
Post by thiswillbe on Aug 14, 2012 15:22:48 GMT -5
Is this the part where I confess that I write a rough draft on a separate piece of paper first, before committing to the language in the card itself? Or that I go back through those (saved) rough drafts to make sure I don't say the same thing in two consecutive years on the same person's birthday card?
No? OK, then I'll just say I FEEL YOU!! Cards totally stress me out!
I send so many cards I don't think that I even think about it, unless it's a business-related thank you note (then I totally rough draft that shit). Really whoever is getting it is probably just happy that you thought of them!
TWB - I rough draft it too, but I can honestly say I don't keep the rough drafts to refer back to a year later. You're on your own with that one ;-)
Blue - K is a card queen too! She now knows that if it is a joint thing she is totally responsible for the card and the message (although I'll write it since my penmanship is better).
I guess I am even worse off because I really think cards are a waste of money. Sometimes I like it when I can find a super funny one. But mostly I feel about cards how I feel about valentine's day candy. The industry has made us "obligated" to go spend money throughout the year on stuff that isn't really meaningful.
Or maybe I'm just extra bitchy about this because I just had to pick out a damn card for my mom...who I really don't like very much...for her birthday. I got one that was amusing and my cousin got her a sappy one. Score zero for daughter, 1 for the cousin I guess. I just feel like a phony buying her some sappy loving card when we are like two porcupines barely concealing our dislike as we circle each other waiting to shoot spines from our bum.
I will now extra cherish every card I ever get from you
If only you knew my angst about writing in your adoption party book! Let's just say that K was involved, there were rough drafts, and few drops of tears (from the love) and sweat (from the stress) shed over that simple two sentence comment. lol!
Cards are a waste of money if you don't want to give them or the person getting it doesn't like to get them. But if it's wanted on both sides (or a nice surprise), it's pretty nice to be able to make someone feel loved or thought about for $3
I also love to buy vintage cards at antique stores - you can often get them for $1 and you can either erase the original message (they are mostly written in pencil) or just add your own. I love to find the weird ones they'd never make anymore because the picture is un-PC :-D I also buy old discarded photos for $1 or less and use them as postcards.
Cards are a waste of money if you don't want to give them or the person getting it doesn't like to get them. But if it's wanted on both sides (or a nice surprise), it's pretty nice to be able to make someone feel loved or thought about for $3
Yeah...you're right on this. If the card was from my bestie, I would be happy. I need to give up my angst at the recent shopping for my mother.